Let me tuck a flower—
A pretty accessory, to your hair.
As a best friend, as a lover,
Let me spoil you with my care.
Let's have late-night walks,
And visit the park nearby.
Let me make you laugh,
And hug you tightly when you cry.
......
There is a sweet music,
but its sweetness fails to console you.
This is what the days have taught you:
in every long war
there is a soldier, with a distracted face and ordinary teeth,
who sits outside his tent
holding his bright-sounding harmonica
which he has carefully protected from the dust and blood,
and like a bird
uninvolved in the conflict,
......
As you walk down by the Lake
Just as the Sun begins to brake
The Clouds now moving across the Sky
Drifting slowly as they pass by
The old Jetty, quiet and serene
Stands majestically, ever still, as it has always been
As you walk along its path to the Gazebo at the end
All light up, a forever friend
Walking slowly to the gateway, you enter in
And see the water, so blue so thin
......
Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
......
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
......
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
......
Hi, my name is Tom Morgan
A cowboy of note
With my old battered hat
And my weather-beaten long coat
I have ridden the range
For almost fifty years
A life full of laughter
Along with some tears
With two trusty colt forty-fives
That hangs down by my side
......
As you walk down by the Lake
Just as the Sun begins to brake
The Clouds now moving across the Sky
Drifting slowly as they pass by
The old Jetty, quiet and serene
Stands majestically, ever still, as it has always been
As you walk along its path to the Gazebo at the end
All light up, a forever friend
Walking slowly to the gateway, you enter in
And see the water, so blue so thin
......
You could have grown up to master the scalpel
You could have grown up to be adept at the blackboard
You could have grown up to be an educator of minds
You could have grown up to be a skilled financier
You could have grown up to be a talented technocrat
You could have grown up to be a nimble-fingered musician
You could have known love, affection, care
You could have grown up to be great
......